Well, our little screamer finally made weight.
I’m still not so sure the scale wasn’t off, but I’ll take it.
At Friday’s appointment he weighed in at 7lbs 15.5oz. The goal was 8lbs even. We just wanted to see a new number on the scale. We missed it by half an ounce, I had to laugh. This kid isn’t doing anything unless he wants to I guess. So we leave with a new goal- 3.5 ounces by Tuesday.
Right. He’s averaging one ounce every two days and you want that almost doubled? We’ll see.
Saturday he decided he didn’t need to eat at all for like 7 hours. Nothing. Nada. He’d rather nap thankyouverymuch. Awesome.
Sunday and Monday don’t seem life altering in terms of consumption so I figure we’re looking at another weight check by the end of the week. Mr. Wonderful takes Friday off so there is someone lined up to watch the boys. We’re pretty convinced this is going to drag out at least another week.
Tuesday we get to our appointment and as usual he drops a bomb while we are waiting to get weighed. Not sure why he can’t keep those precious ounces in until after he’s off the scale, but I digress.
Finally he’s on the scale and the weight registers. I look at it and am quite sure it reads 8lbs 0.5oz. Of course I think- 1 ounce, why should I be surprised. Then I look again and the nurse confirms what I’m seeing: 8lbs 5.5oz. NO EFFING WAY! Six ounces.
Almost double our goal. Half an ounce away from his birth weight.
The Ped comes in, tells me no more supplements. No more weight checks! I can pump when I feel like it and nurse when he’s hungry.
Life just got a little bit easier.